Tales of a transplanted Midwestern family living life in the Cascade Mountains.

5.15.2008

Three years in the Emerald City

Just realized that three years ago our family awoke from our first night in Seattle. Seems like only yesterday I was pulling our rental car in front of our temporary housing at 10pm, driving past the "Lusty Lady" adult establishment, and seeing the look of "James where the &*$% are you moving us?" on Amy's face.

What an interesting three years it has been:

I've taken up hiking as a serious activity, getting out into the mountains at least a couple times a month. And to my surprise enjoying it.

I've actually found a consistent group of friends to hang out with (ok they are my neighbors but hey at least I am voluntarily getting out of the house... even if it is across the street).

I've learned to like a "small city." I used to be snide about cities that don't have the amenities of a Chicago or New York; now I realize those cities also don't have the crime, traffic, smog, or asshole level that the big cities have.

Spencer has gone from being a pre-schooler to finishing up his second year in school.

Garrett has gone from a four month old to a three year old, and now he thinks that the sun doesn't exist due to all the cloud cover.